From the Heart

FROM THE HEART
By Mink
(All rights reserved.)

(Reprinted with author permission.)

[ MF, rom ] - A VERY romantic, sentimental Valentine's Day story by a gifted writer - one of my favorites. It's a pleasure to make it available to a wider readership.

“Damn, I thought today would NEVER end.” Pamela mumbles to herself. as she rushes out the glass doors of her office building. A brief study of the time, on her watch, makes her wonder if she’ll ever make their date on time. Thankfully, she had already prepared his gift. All the fixings were ready and waiting, for their special Valentine’s evening.

Glancing over, she checks to see the traffic emptying out on the access road, used by her building. “Oh, NO! Not today, of all days.” She reacts, as her heart sinks deep into her stomach. Countless cars sit motionless, all jammed into the same exit. “Shit, now I’ll be lucky to make it home in time, let alone ‘primp’ the way I had planned.” Pamela decides with a disappointed sigh.

With an increasing pace, her long legs tried to cover as much pavement as possible, with each rushing stride. Thinking there must be an accident causing the traffic back up, she tries to plot alternate routes in her mind. Resigned, she realizes none of them will by pass the mess waiting at the exit.

Pamela’s little yellow Volkswagen was parked at the far end of the lot, the result of running late this morning. By the time she arrived, all the good spots had been taken, so she ended up parking out there... in the ‘boonies.’ It was worth it, everything needed to be perfect for tonight’s festivities.

They had agreed not to buy each other any fancy or expensive gifts this year. Instead, they were celebrating this Valentine’s Day with ‘a gift from the heart’ theme. Their gift to the other, would be coming up with some type of romantic gesture, that expressed their love through simplistic means. Challenges for the imagination, but these simple gestures would make it special and memorable.

The long brisk walk to the car, gave her time to run down the list of things that still needed to be finished. Most of the prep work was done, only the finishing touches remained. “God, I can’t believe I ended up this far out!” She curses, looking around to see if anyone is within ear shot of her rant. Digging in her purse, she finds the car keys, poised with key in hand, she’s ready to jump in and get on her way.

Hurriedly opening the door, Pamela gets into the car. Immediately, looking down and leaning over, fumbling to place her purse on the floor, under her knees. Too many ‘smash and grab’ robberies happening, to leave it sitting out on the passenger seat anymore.

Straightening up in the seat, she reaches to place the key in the ignition. Her actions freeze in mid air, as her eyes focus on an array of brilliant colors adorning the interior. Reminding her of a swarm of butterflies each perched upon a resting place. Amidst the scattered rainbow, a single perfect, long stemmed, red rose lies lengthwise across the dashboard.

Pamela eases back into the seat, hands falling to rest in her lap, while absorbing the beautiful display before her eyes. “Oh my God.” In a choked up whisper, “I can’t believe he did all this.” Shocked by the sight, and delighted by the surprise, she is amazed at his cleverness. A smile washes over her face, while the stress of the long day, is now only a distant memory.

Leaning forward, she reaches to pick up the rose, noticing a heart shaped piece of red construction paper, attached with a pink ribbon. Lifting the rose to her nose, she inhales the aroma deeply, closing her eyes, while exhaling the rest of the world. Running the soft petals across her cheek, then lips, she is enthralled in his romantic stage ... nothing else exists.

Holding the rose, she opens the note. Scrawled in his neatest penmanship, it reads:

This is the first part of my gift from the heart. Every note is numbered, but not for priority. There are 14 all together. Each one expresses something I love, remember, or appreciate about you. Please open them in numerical order.

PS. Relax, stop rushing, take your time, and digest my feelings. I will arrive for our date one hour later than our original plan.”

Her eyes well with emotional tears, as she feels his love, the romance, and immediate relief flood through her senses all at once. Once again, lifting the rose to her nose, as she absorbs its sweet intoxicating scent. Her eyes scan the colors looking for the one labeled with the number one.

Located in the center of the steering wheel, over the horn, purple construction paper stared back with a lettered number “One.” Carefully laying the rose on the seat next to her, she plucks the note from the wheel. Lifting the flap, she takes in a slow breath, as her experience begins.

Inside, a small white candy heart was glued to the upper right hand corner, pre-printed with the words ‘Be Mine’ in purple letters. “Oh, how cute.” Giggling with a beaming smile. Memories of these same candies date back to her childhood. A staple of Valentine’s Day, for as long as she can remember. Now, trying hard to recall what flavor the white ones were. Another long sigh, escapes her lips.

“I’m not a poet, but you inspired me to write this poem, describing how I see you...

A tear escapes each eye, and roll down her cheeks, as her chest heaves with a sudden gasp. “So beautiful, so completely beautiful...” Her lips quivering. Pamela presses the note against her breast, staring off in the distance. “I had no idea... just beautiful... the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read!” She whispers to herself, while fighting back the urge to cry.

Wiping the tears from her cheeks, she lovingly places the poem into her lap. Scanning the others, she seeks the next. Taped to the radio, a hot pink note, labeled “Two,” catches her eye. In an emotional daze, she removes it carefully.

Inside, another candy heart, this one pink, pre-printed with the words ‘I’m Yours,’ in blue letters. Carter’s words read:

“I was thinking about our first night together, in my own apartment, and these words came to mind...

Our hearts beat as one, locked in embrace
Riding my staff, I gaze at your face
Rocking in deeper, I hasten my pace
You writhe in spasms, with a sensual grace
My sex responds, and seed fills your space
We cuddle together, in our own special place

Pamela’s heart filled with a renewed love, and tears streamed down her face. “Ummm, and what a night that was!” She felt the warmth rush between her legs, as the memories of that wonderful night replayed in her mind. They had both lived at home in the beginning. It wasn’t until much later, that Cater was able to get his own place. That night was the first time their privacy wasn’t threatened, and the fear of getting caught, or interrupted didn’t inhibit them. They took their time, studied each others nakedness, explored positions, and made love all night long.

Returning from the romp down memory lane, she eagerly looks around for the note labeled “Three.” Shifting in her seat slightly, she opens the lemon yellow flap. This candy was yellow, saying ‘I Need You’ in green letters. Carter’s printed words read:

“I’m not sure what this would be called, sonnet or poem. This flowed while remembering how it felt being away on business, for 10 agonizing days without you...”

When we’re apart, my cock longs to be inside your mouth, lips and tongue caressing me.
When I’m not with you, my thoughts focus on your luscious breasts and hard pink nipples.
When we can’t be together, I stroke my dick picturing your hard twitching red clit.
When separated, my prick spews sperm dreaming of your taunt cunt riding me.
When I’m away from you ... I can’t stop thinking about us joined together as one.

“That was hell for me too... I hated the loneliness...” Pamela mumbles to herself. Noticing how his words were arousing the woman in her body... making her want him, be near him, feel his kisses, his arms, his manhood. Her mound was swelling with the images his notes were causing her to visualize. “Humm... this one sounds like he’s trying to warm me up a little for tonight. Well, his plan is working.”

She scans again, this time seeking out "Four." Finding the brilliant blue paper, she opens its flap, no candy this time, as she reads the noticeably different format:

“The first three, with candy and poetry, represented our first 3 wonderful years together. The rest are all my erotic thoughts and feelings...

I kiss your ruby lips, my tongue snaking to taste yours.
I hunger for more... never satisfied.

“Oh he is a great kisser, and I just love the way he snakes.” Pamela giggles as she scans for the next number. “Five” was orange, and she lifted the flap to read:

“Your mountainous peaks mold to my body, pink nipples hard, erect, rippled. You moan as I roll them between my teeth and tongue, tasting you, pleasuring you.

A swoon envelops her body. Pamela’s nipples react to his words, itching to be fondled. “That little devil.” She whispers, “He knew this would get to me.” She can feel the wetness growing between her legs. Looking around, she sees the one labeled “Six,” flipping up the green paper, she reads:

"I trace my fingers down the soft center of your torso, stopping at your mound to cup your engorged cunt. My fingers part the thick outer lips, lost in the wetness, seeking to flirt with your button.

Quickly she looks for “Seven.” She can feel the passions building within herself. She wanted to read more. Pealing up the rose flap, she eagerly reads:

“Lying next to you as my hands map every inch of your form. Responding, hardened with anticipation, my cock aches, pulsing against you, demanding your lusty attentions.

Squirming in her seat, hastily she scans for “Eight.” Plucking the pink note from the dash, she reads:

“My lips kiss your swollen pussy, my tongue slipping out to graze teasingly across your pink bud. Tasting your core, my manhood throbs, as your clit outgrows its crimson hood.

“Oh my God.” Pamela gasps, tightening her thighs together to acknowledge the aching in her loins. “He’s craftier than I gave him credit for.” Taking in a deep breath, she giggles. Now, where’s the next one... she spies number “Nine.” Grabbing the light blue note, she reads:

“My mouth covers you, buried deep between your legs. My tongue entering the opening of your canal, then flattens, trailing through the folds toward your standing bud.

Pamela’s face flushes, the flame in her stomach has now become a full fledged fire of desire. Her body and heart longing to be with him. Still holding his words, her lips pout out a slow moan, “Ooooo.” As her legs stomp the floor, like a restrained mocking of a child’s tantrum. “He is tooo good!”

“Ten, where’s ten?” Her breathing somewhat strained. Snatching it, she hastily opens the teal slip, reading:

“My tongue feels your clit twitching, my inserted fingers feeling your soft cunt spasm in waves. I watch as your body rocks, jerks, and convulses in a graceful dance of orgasmic bliss.

Her eyes look up, searching for his next erotic thought. Dropping the last to her lap, with the others, she reaches for “Eleven.” Another deep breath, before she reads:

“I watch as my organ slides into your wet cunt, stretching your bounds. Your lips hugging, grasping, riding the shaft of my cock, conforming around every ridge and vein.

“Oh my... Ohhhh my.” Pamela gasps, attempting to cross her legs, despite the steering wheel inhibiting her movements. Letting the note fall, she is almost entranced by his words and the passions building in her being. “Twelve... yes that’s the next one.” She mumbles, reaching to take the royal blue one from the remaining three stuck to the dashboard. Excitedly she flips it open to read:

“Your mouth hungrily devouring my cock, I watch as I disappear, my body shudders. Your tongue cradles, swirls around my head, fingers toy with tightened balls, so close...

“Ummm...” Her eyes glaze over, her mind lost in the memory of experiences. A tingle runs up her spine. Reaching she takes the gold color, leaving only the white butterfly. Eager to continue her thoughts, she opens and reads:

“I pull back, grabbing my ready dick, stroking feverishly. You watch, your eyes fixed, shooting waves of sperm, white cum cream coating your face and breasts... My groans linger.

Pamela sighs deeply, caught up in the visions running through her mind. “I want him, and all of this... everything!” She reads his words again, noticing that he had signed each note with his name. ‘Odd.’ She thought, ‘is he thinking I won’t know who they’re from? And why 14... for the 14th of February?’ She smiles, dismissing it as just being his way.

The last remaining dash decoration, “Fourteen.” Snatching it off, she notices its covered in glitter, and more elaborately decorated than the others. Lifting the flap, she reads:

Lying together, arms, legs, and hearts intertwined. Loving, cuddling, laughing, crying, sharing, living... partners, for as long as we both shall live.

Pamela bursts into tears. Right now, she wants to throw her arms around him, kiss him passionately, make love to him, and just BE with him. His 14 little notes have managed to erupt a gamut of emotions, wonderful memories, and enhance her love for him. Each one recalling special shared moments. The last one, left her wondering... what was in store with part two of his gift.

Wiping her eyes, she tries to regain some type of control. Looking around the parking lot, she’s thankful that there is no one around to witness the spectacle she has been parading. Talking, laughing, and crying, all by herself, within the confines of her car. Smiling she lifts the rose, admiring its simple beauty, and resting it against her lips, for another breath of the entrancing aroma ... her thoughts trailing off.

With a glazed stare, she sighs, “and now he expects me to just drive home?!”

Carter looks up at the clock, wondering which number she is up to now, and picturing the expressions on her face. He had carefully planned every detail, he wanted everything to be perfect. ‘Part one under way,’ he thinks to himself. ‘the pump is primed, tonight, part two...’

Digging into his pocket, for the umpteenth time, he pulls out a little velvet box. Opening it once again, he examines the contents, and renews his courage.

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